lunedì 6 maggio 2013

Videoclip: Amanda Palmer - The killing type

Questa volta vi propongo un video piuttosto particolare. Si tratta di The killing type, singolo di Theatre is evil, di Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra. Amanda Palmer è moglie di Neil Gaiman e rivaleggia con lui in quanto a personalità e stile tutto perculiare, come vedrete subito appena farete partire il video. Con un'avvertenza: l'inizio relativamente soft e il bianco dominante non vi ingannino... perché proseguendo le immagini si fanno parecchio più forti e disturbanti. Siete avvisati: a me, cresciuta a pane e horror, il video non crea problemi, ma se siete sensibili alle visioni sanguinose... occhio ;-)
Nonostante apprezzi solo certe canzoni della Palmer - molte sono piuttosto lontane dai miei gusti - questa mi intriga moltissimo (grazie Socissima Ale per avermela fatta scoprire ^___^). I'm not a killing type, ma la prospettiva da cui la Palmer parla d'amore in questa canzone è originale e... well, posso capirla. Tanto che sto meditando se inserire la canzone nella soundtrack di una mia storia.
Ultima particolarità: il disco da cui il brano è tratto è stato finanziato con Kickstarter.

I wouldn't kill to win a war
I don't get what they do it for
It's all so terribly vague
I see the pictures from a thousand years of battle
And I think it's such a bore

I walk New Orleans with a knife
Like Mackie hidden out of sight
But I'd be useless if they jumped
I'm really not the killing type

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

I've got a picture of your mum
Before the war when she was young
She's got an etching to her right
I think it's funny that she's looking to the left
And it's her son

I wouldn't kill to get you back
And I've officially been asked
I couldn't kill to save a life
I'd rather a die a peaceful piece of shit-bait
Shame-filled coward
Thanks

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

But I would kill to make you feel
I don't mean kill someone for real
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't describe

I once stepped on a dying bird
It was a mercy killing
I couldn't sleep for a week
I kept feeling its breaking bones

I heard that if you see a star at night
And the conditions are just right
And you are standing on a cliff
Then you can close your eyes
And make a wish and take a step
And change somebody's life

I'm not the killing type
I'm not the killing type
I'm not, I'm not
I'm not the killing type, I'm not

But I would kill to make you feel
I'd kill to move your face an inch
I see you staring into space
I wanna stick my fist into your mouth
And twist your Arctic heart

Yes, I would kill to make you feel
I don't mean kill someone for real
I couldn't do that, it is wrong
But I can say it in a song, a song, a song

And I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else would know
I'm saying it now
I'm saying it so
Even if you never hear this song
Somebody else will know, know, know, know

I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't explain how good it feels
I just can't describe-ibe-ibe-ibe
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm not the killing type

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